Brennan had left her, determined to find Madame, but she could not be sure he had the financial wherewithal to accomplish his goal. Besides being paid well there were other fees involved in being a member of The Market. More private club than public brothel, Madame Marchander catered to a very ex...
No way could Chance Rogers be standing in her cabin. “What are you doing here?” He flinched at the harshness of her question. “I’m your date.” A cautious, lopsided smile curved one side of his kissable lips as he plucked the Stetson from his head and dropped it on a nearby table. “That can’t be r...
But, she wasn’t just any whore. Jonathan had fallen in love with her as a young man and lost her to circumstances beyond his control. The brothel called The Market had been the last place he’d seen her as she escaped the bustling London streets and slipped through the front door. The ...